A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.
Religion
A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.
Quotations; Religious poetry
Gently hast thou told
Thy _message_, which might else in telling wound,
And in performing end us.
_Milton._
O for a _message_ from above
To bear my spirit up!
Some pledge of my Creator’s love
To calm my terrors and support my hope!
Let waves and thunders mix and roar;
Be thou my God, and the whole world is mine:
While thou art Sovereign, I’m secure;
I shall be rich till Thou art poor;
For all I fear, and all I wish, Heaven, Earth, and Hell, are thine.
_Watts._
Oh, there are _messengers_ of wrath,
And _messengers_ of love;
And each one goeth on his path,
Commissioned from above.
Eternal justice sends the one,
Mercy the other guides;
Their ways at times so nearly run,
That scarce a line divides.
Which, oh my soul! shall come to thee,
When my last hour is near?
What shall the awful _message_ be,
That thou shalt trembling hear?
Momentous question! yet, alas!
But little heed I pay,
Although I see the _messengers_
Speed by me every day.
_Egone._
MESSIAH.
Know therefore and understand, that from the going forth of the
commandment to restore and to build Jerusalem unto the _Messiah_ the
Prince, shall be seven weeks, and threescore and two weeks: the street
shall be built again, and the wall, even in troublous times.
And after threescore and two weeks shall _Messiah_ be cut off, but not
for himself.--Daniel, ix. 25, 26.
We have found the _Messias_, which is, being interpreted, the
Christ.--John, i. 41.
The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But, fixed, His word, His saving power remains;
Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own _Messiah_ reigns.
_Pope._
_Messiah_ comes!--Let furious discord cease;
Be peace on earth before the Prince of Peace!
Disease and anguish feel His blest control,
And howling fiends release the tortured soul!
The beams of gladness Hell’s dark caves illume,
And mercy broods above the distant gloom.
_Bishop Heber._
_Messiah_ comes! ye rugged paths be plain;
The Shiloh comes, ye towering cedars bend;
Swell forth ye valleys; and, ye rocks descend;
The withered branch let balmy fruits adorn,
And clustering roses twine the leafless thorn;
Burst forth, ye vocal groves, your joy to tell--
The God of Peace redeems His Israel.
_C. H. Johnson._
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